I've been washing out poop underwear all weekend long. Some days, I just throw them out but it's getting to the point where he may not have any underwear left. Usually I can catch him and run him to the bathroom before it gets ugly. Today however, he made it to the bathroom all on his. I found him sitting on the toilet holding one square of toilet paper.
"I'll clean it," he says. He's smiling, looking proud of himself and crumpling the toilet paper in his hands. "Good job," he says. I forgot to say it. I'm too busy scrubbing his hands with a wipe - the last thing we need is pink eye. (Yuck - I'll pass on that. Thanks!)